The idea: nothing and transparency. The space is divided up by enormous wings of glass, transparent screen-barriers that separate the standing area from the sitting one. The counter of the bar in the middle looks like a slice of cheese nibbled by a huge rat. A large wall of wooden boards separates the inside from the outside; it is a tribute to Duchamp, with twenty-four urinals hung upside down on it in rows. The only thing that’s left, in the end, is the glass, transparency. All the rest is movable, temporary, variable.